This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Illicit Desires
Victor knew that something had to change.
Things were good - at least on the outside. Things went on for the stallion, Victor Karmec, and his wife, Valeria Karmec, as well as they always had. He was independently wealthy and neither of them wanted for anything in life, the head of a bank that was set to merge with another bigger one, setting him up for even more wealth and status in his line of work. Being the head of finances too let him keep a close eye on what was going on daily and with the big picture too, his wife not needing to work anymore at their age and stage in life. He didn't want her to put herself out, after all, after all that she had been through in her much younger years. New York was just the setting for a mare who could explore as she pleased, nothing at all barred to her in the realm of high society, her fingers and neck laden with jewels that she, once, had never imagined that she would ever be able to adore with her eyes, let alone wear and own for herself.
Sitting in their private limousine, the black stallion cradled a whisky that was, as yet, untouched in one paw, the white blaze on his face contrasting nicely with the otherwise dark hue of his coat, the suit a slightly different shade, denoting expense. Yet no expense was spared on the dressing of his wife either, Valeria clad in a floor-length gown that was cut a little higher in front to show off her hooves, polished and well-kept, the fabric needing no embellishments to carry out the quality of the material and the respectability of the designer.
Everything should have been perfect, her dark brown, bay coat shimmering with good health, a light dusting of shimmering powder teased into her fur, which was kept quite short so as not to lean into the trappings of winter and a thicker coat. She was dressed to the nines and her black mane hung in beautifully styled curls down the arch of her neck. Valeria was stunning, even after a night out. Yet, something was missing.
Pressing her lips together, she tried not to make it obvious, the curling of excitement teasing through her loins. It was tense, too tense, and the quiet whirr of the vehicle on the road, perfectly smooth, still seemed to send the tiniest of vibrations through her body. Nostrils flaring, she swallowed hard and half-twisted, making a pretence of staring out the window, but there was nothing happening on the late-night streets of New York that she had not seen before. There was nothing out there to distract her and no number of short, sharp breaths could sooth the sense of unease, the pounding need that was becoming more and more urgent with every passing second.
She could not go undetected. Valeria knew that and yet it was all part of the excitement in her, the guilty pleasure of need clawing at her soul. Her thighs pressed together and, still, she could not help but tease herself with the notion of releasing just a little bit of moisture from her bladder, the need to urinate too much for even her to bear.
Maybe things would have been better if she'd just gone before they'd left the event, what was called a party but had no sense of relaxation in it. If she had to be tense and on edge for things like that, it only made sense to her that she could take her own kinky pleasure through it one way or another. Victor wasn't into it and, well...that didn't seem to be any such reason for her to not indulge herself at least a little bit. She wasn't going to go all the way with her fantasy: of course, not. It was just a little thing, such a little thing, a little thing to liven up her life a little, to make her feel as if her dirtiest and darkest sexual need and fantasy could actually be fulfilled, even if the mare was really only playing with herself.
Squirming in place, she clenched down, the wrong move. Though, still, she could not tell whether the patch of moisture in her expensive, designer (it was always a designer brand with Victor) panties was from the risk of spilling her bladder completely or her sexual arousal making itself known in the most delightful of ways.
With the lights of the city flashing across her elegant muzzle through the limousine window, Victor's eyes latched onto her and, with a great force of will, she made herself meet them.
"What's on your mind, dear?"
He started, ears twitching as if he hadn't expected her to raise the question first.
"Erm..." He floundered, flustered with himself. "Nothing... You seemed a little, ah, uncomfortable. Is your stomach feeling alright?"
Chuckling lightly under her breath, Valeria smiled, however tense and pained it was. That line of tightness, of course, had nothing to do with Victor. On the edge of having an accident, it was all she could do to stay still, every inch of her skin crawling with the desire to let it all go, needing to release her bladder and, still, needing to hold back from the wicked humiliation of it all. Not in front of her husband!
Victor frowned and she knew that she had to answer.
"Yes, I'm quite well, it's only been a long night and I'm looking forward to bed."
Her smile eased his mind but only for a moment as her hoof jigged. As much as the mare tried and tired, there was nothing she could do to stop it. The burning, 'wet' need in the pit of her stomach clawing up into her guts, sinking fangs into her intestines, the churning akin to nausea and yet something entirely different. She could cross her legs as much as she liked but, alas, she still had to go, had to relieve herself, gasping and letting out the tiniest moan as she leaned back, tongue pushing out over her bottom lip.
"Valeria!"
And then her husband was by his side, paws fluttering uselessly around her, for he didn't know what she needed, what he needed to do for her. What was wrong? She wouldn't tell him! Oh, he'd known that something just wasn't right with her but, like the fool he was, he just hadn't listened to his gut! What could he do? An unwell mare in the back of his limousine, as much as he cared for her, simply wasn't something that he was prepared to deal with!
"Oh... Victor, Victor... I'm so sorry!" She whimpered, eyes hazy with what came off as pain. "I... I thought it'd be... Ohhh..."
Yet the moan that burst from her lips was entirely sexual in nature, one fantasy after the other that she had never been able to live out crossing her mind. Victor rubbed her shoulders, tried to soothe her, told her that everything was going to be alright, but little did he know how he was pushing and gently supporting her into just the wrong position, the pressure on her bladder absolutely immense beyond all compare. Her bladder ached for relief and his fingers crept down, striving and failing to feel for her source of pain, brushing the front of her dress at the very moment that a hot squirt of piss soaked her panties.
"Valeria!"
Yet his flared, equine nostrils could not fail to catch that drop of urine, rank and potent, in the closed confines of the limousine and he drew his head back sharply, lower lip wobbling in shock. It was not enough to count as truly wetting herself as she doubled over, groaning openly now that the jig was up, that her husband knew just what she'd been toying with all night. Valeria panted openly, heaving for breath, her bosom rising, yet she could not, would not, let herself go completely in front of her husband, regardless of the kinky, very private, play that she engaged in when he was off away on business trips.